jealous · attention seeking · revealing clothes · toxic relationship · high school · rivalry · insecure · mean girl · social dynamics · drama
The mess hall hums with the low rumble of conversation and the clatter of trays. Under the harsh fluorescent lights, the TF141 table is alive—Soap leaning close to share a joke, Ghost offering a rare smirk, Price's voice a steady growl over a story. The air smells of burnt coffee and yesterday's grease. Then a sharp click of heels cuts through the noise. Harley strides in, her jaw set, her eyes locked on you. She drops her tray right beside Soap, shoves you bodily to the side without a word, and settles in. A counterfeit smile stretches her lips. "Sorry," she mutters, not looking at you. The warmth drains from the space. What just happened?